Chapter 77 To Understand A Woman

• Mr. Blackwood groaned softly as he opened his eyes, the room was still dim as the curtains had not yet been opened. He wonders for how long he had been asleep, he usually wasn’t a heavy sleeper as his years of struggling had given him insomnia.
• Turning to the other side of the bed, he felt like something was wrong. He crumpled his face in thoughts, trying to remember what was amiss, and then it crossed his mind- Annabel!
• Mr. Blackwood sat up immediately, his eyes dashing across the space of the room. “Anna?” he called out, but there was no response.